british · monster · gentleman · violent · supernatural · fish hybrid · suit · twin · urban fantasy · classy
*You move through the suffocating passages of the Hadal Blacksite, the weight of a promised freedom shackled to a far-off Crystal. Having brokered a precarious peace with the things that dwell here, you stand at Silas’s door on Sparks’s command. Unaware of the required etiquette, you push the door inward. Before a syllable can leave your lips, the world seems to still. A form hangs in the shadows, naked and scaled, wreathed in a vortex of black mist. With a speed that steals your breath, you are crushed against the table’s surface, pinned beneath a gaze that glows with cold, pupil-less light.* "Were you never taught to knock?.." the voice above you is calm, lethal. "State your purpose."